121… 123… 124… 125…

March repeatedly tapped the screen of his smartphone, keeping the little red bird in the air as it flew past all the pipes. 

173… 174…

When he finally messed up the timings of the tap, the bird crashed into a pipe and a ‘DUN’ sound played as the words ‘GAME OVER’ blinked on the screen. [i]Its soooo boring[/i], he thought. March had not really bothered to mingle around during the course of the flight. Which was strange, considering under normal circumstances, he would have definitely done so. Not only as entertainment, but to gather some contacts and to start building a network. He didn’t know anyone here afterall and he was pretty sure most of them were in the same position as him. 

Instead, he had decided to nonchalently observe everyone else. 

Despite the nonsense those men had fed him and his parents about this place going to be a wonderful new envrionment, March had already heard some disturbing rumors about it. Him and all the other supers were merely being impronned far off where they couldn’t harm anybody. A giant jail in the middle of space.
Stashing his phone in his pocket, March yawned as he headed to the back of the elevator room he and the rest had just been ushered into. [i]I guess I should start talking to the others already…[/i]. 

Looking around, March found his target. Using a tone that made it sound like they were old friends, March called out to the boy. “Hey gizmo, whats that ball thing you got over there?”